✧ STORMBRINGER CHUUYA AS YOUR GUY BSF IS ....

cw. fem!reader, choking, use of the word slut, mdni

kuroo’s arms are so big. flexing muscles wrapped around your neck keeping you in place as he fucks you from behind. cum from his last load leaking out of you each time he pulls out to slam his hips against your ass.

thick cock stretching you full, he holds you close against him making sure you feel every inch of himself deep inside you. his hot breath fans across your cheek as his teeth graze your earlobe. your nails dig into his forearm harshly as you draw closer and closer to cumming, you’re surprised that you haven’t broken the skin.

so sweaty and musky, his scent wraps around you enveloping you entirely. all you can hear and smell and see is him and it drives you crazy. his hips give a nasty thrust, his fat tip relentlessly prodding at your sweet overstimulated spot, knocking the air from your lungs. you’re dizzy from both pleasure and the tight headlock he has you in.

“fuck sweetheart,” he rasps into your ear, “you’re going to stay still and take this cock like the slut you are, right?”

his free hand slips between your legs rubbing your clit in harsh little circles as he fucks into you. he gets faster and faster the arm around your neck gets tighter and tighter until your vision is whitening out from your orgasm. you’re shaking, hole fluttering around his cock so much that he can’t help but paint your walls white.

you fall forward onto the bed when he finally lets you go, gasping for air. but your rest doesn’t last long because a few seconds later a hand is pushing you face down into the pillow underneath you. your body still twitches from the aftershock of your orgasm, cum leaking out of your abused hole, but he’s plugging up your sloppy pussy before any more can run out ready to replace any that dripped out of you with a third load.

ROOMATE!IWAIZUMI loves the way your face looks when you come home from work and find him lounging shirtless in your kitchen. Yeah… mhm..

It was an innocent action at first, holding no intention of watching the way you flushed a deep red as your eyes trailed down his skin, shining with a thin layer of sweat—he’d only just got back from work. Being an athletic trainer requires a lot of movement, he tells you. Only arriving home himself a few minutes ago, he, by first instinct (conveniently forgetting about the existence of his cute roommate in the process), peeled off the garment and freed himself of the suffocation. His muscles tense, a subtle reminder of the long day he’s lived. You wondered if he guided his clients as he told them what to do, how his rough hands felt ghosting over their skin as he adjusted them–

“You alright?” he asked after a moment of basking in your clouded gaze. He knew fully well that you were, in fact, not alright. Nothing gave him away but the slight curl of his lips, and maybe the flush of his cheeks, but he swears that’s just from being tired. Not because his skin alights as your eyes swipe over it. No, he likes that a completely normal, platonic amount. But then he’s smirking and leaning against the counter, a glint of mischief in his eyes, and you both know there’s a shift. You almost dropped dead right there, and Iwaizumi knew he’d gladly be the grim reaper if it meant sticking with you to the afterlife. And maybe teasing you. That was optional.

Can you guys feel her lurking I can feel her. I’m scared. @sahrii

HE'S SUCH A SWEETHEART, yuuji itadori cw — loving boyfriend!yuuji, perv!yuuji, jock!yuuji, reader and yuuji are in university and reader is an art major, he's literally a wolf in sheep's clothing omg, muscular yuuji.., unprotected sex, oral (f + m receiving), groping, consensual recording, locker room sex, car sex, hickeys, he literally is feral, and ur both equally gross

( EROS WRITES — this is for @murderofravens who made a very good point of yuuji being mischaracterized in writing .. this post specifically inspiring this entire drabble. requests ARE open btw so feel free to request ! )

yuuji itadori is a good boyfriend.

he's sweet. he's loyal. he's charming. your parents love him and await the day the two of you get married in the far future. he never misses a date, nor does he ever miss an opportunity to spend time with you, despite how busy he usually is with practice. sure, he's sweaty and out of breath when he sees you, looking like he's ran a mile just to reach you, but it's okay because you know he's just glad he gets to see you. he even goes out of his way to buy you chocolates and flowers whenever he can!

your friends agree that you're the luckiest out of the entire friend group; blessed with a loving boyfriend who would do anything for you. he goes to all of your art houses, he even buys you a coffee and stays up with you all night in the university's studio, despite having a game or practice the next day.

what your friends don't know about is the numerous hickies that litter your body, because yuuji itadori can't go without putting his hands on his baby longer than five minutes!

the pda in public is kept to a minimum, besides the boy's obvious pervy comments that your friends brush off as jokes or the occasional kiss and hand-holding, but in private? ohh that boy can't get enough of you.

smacking your ass, biting into your skin at any given moment, yuuji can't help it. he loooves the sight of you. he's a total pervert. you've practically given up on buying more underwear because he'll either, a), rip the pair off as soon as he gets you underneath him, or b), steal them and stuff them in his pockets to get off later with them. he stuffs one pair in the pocket of his tights during football practice and claims it's good luck. (you're like, totally embarrassed, but you let him get away with it because you love him.)

they don't know about how he practically pins you to one of the empty benches in the locker room, practically pounding into you to the point where you're sure that you can be heard outside of the room, skin on skin contact louder than the heavy moans and groans the two of you release.

they don't know about the way he'll send you nudes and videos of him fucking up into his fist, even when you're with them, tip of his cock an angry red as the tip leaks. they especially don't know about him recording you as he fucks you, camera capturing the fucked-out expression on your features and the ripple of your ass as he takes you from behind.

they don't know about how the two of you will fuck in his car after a game until the windows get foggy, whether he loses or not. you don't care if he wins or loses because you get fucked real good either way. he'll let you ride him in the front seat when he wins, wearing his jersey because he loves the sight of it on you, or he'll fuck you like a walking stress reliever when he loses.

and they definitely don't know or need to know about the way poor yuuji complains and whines about how condoms just don't feel comfortable on him; how no brand really fits him. and you believe him, with the way his muscles ripple when he stretches his arms. after years of playing sports and working out, your boyfriend is ripped. so you let him fuck you raw and he'll either pull out and finish on your ass or your tits. if he's feeling particularly lazy though, he'll just do it inside. he says it's too much work to actually pull out after a long day, and you don't mind it all too much.

to your friends, yuuji's the kindest boyfriend ever. they don't know about the dirty words he whispers in your ears, calling you his 'good little whore,' or the way he fucks you until he can see tears spilling from your eyes.

he's a sadist, for sure, but you wouldn't have it any other way, not when he kisses your tears away after you're both fucked out, not when he pulls you close into his side and cuddles you.

because yuuji itadori is a good boyfriend. he is sweet. he just has a couple of special interests in private too.

erosuya. (@cafekitsune for divider.)

us series! reader has gotten a little lazy at riding, so keigo and touya decide to fix that (*/ω＼)

“You’re spoiling her, you know?” Touya points out one day as he and Keigo grocery shop together, “She’s getting all princess-y ‘cause of you.”

Amber eyes gloss over the selection of bread in the aisle, looking for a particular brioche that he’s been craving for the last week. The bread is found and placed into the cart, Keigo walking ahead for the next thing on the list they need to get. “I don’t know what you mean. I think we’ve been waiting hand and foot for her this entire time.”

It’s not really unusual for you to be used to the princess treatment, not really needing to get up if you need or want something for yourself.

“That’s not what I meant.” Touya sighs as he pushes the cart and lets the blond decide what’s needed for their purchases. “She’s not riding dick like she used to. It’s because when she’s on top of you, you’re doing all the work from the bottom. I’ve noticed it the last three times.”

“Okay, and? What does how we fuck have to do with how you fuck?” Keigo glances back at Touya briefly as he continues to walk towards the next aisle, “If she’s getting lazy with you, you know what to do with her.”

Opting to fuck around, the cart gets pushed into Keigo’s backside and the metal is noisy from the impact.

“You need to do it, you’re the one making her lazy when she’s on top.”

“It should occur to you that I fuck her the way I do is because I enjoy it. I like putting in the work.” Keigo points out, dropping the subject and flipping off Touya for being a menace with the cart. He really doesn't think anything of what was brought up and continues on normally.

But the point comes up in his mind the next time Keigo has sex with you. How he ended up just fucking you from the bottom, keeping your body pressed down to him and thrusting up into your pussy that he just can’t get enough of. And there’s no fight from you to try to take control of riding him. You used to sometimes at least attempt to be the one to take reigns and he’d entertain it before fucking you the way he wants.

He cums in you, your body relaxing against his and it’s like you melted. Keigo moves you like a rag doll, rolling you over to lie back on the bed so that he can fetch a towel and clean himself up. “So good Keigo… so good…” you mutter, leaning back into the pillows and reaching for your phone to start scrolling on your social media.

Not even a thank you for the dicking down you just got—Touya was right.

You are getting spoiled.

Keigo is a bit more gracious when he’s proven to be in the wrong. He goes to Touya says the magic words, “You were right, she doesn’t put in the work anymore.”

Blue eyes are full of mirth when Keigo comes with the admission, already knowing exactly what they’re going to do so that you learn a little lesson. Not that he doesn’t like spoiling you but even you are expected to put in a little bit of effort here and there. And if you’re not gonna do it willingly—

They’re just gonna make you.

“Get on Kei’s dick baby, wanna see you with him.” Touya mutters against your lips, letting you taste your own pussy after he had eaten you out. You’re eager for more kisses from him, almost too lost in the affection before he spanks your ass and directs to the blond laying back on the bed.

Crawling over to Keigo, you hold his cock as you slowly slip it in you. You let out a small gasp, the stretch of him entering you is always pleasant and when he’s fully sheathed inside, you get a dreamy smile on your face. You start to lean down to him, having gotten used to Keigo hugging you back when you move in that motion and you expect him to put in the work of fucking you that he’s been doing the last few times.

So you’re surprised when you’re pushed back by Keigo and surprised again when Touya grabs a fistful of your hair and cranes your neck back. You whimper, being unable to speak a word from the position your first boyfriend has got you in. Only little sounds are the best you can muster as you wonder what’s in store for you.

“Ride him, you’re putting in the work today.” Touya tells you, releasing your hair and spanks your ass hard that makes you yelp. It wasn’t a playful smack either—it was meant to hurt you a little.

Keigo is usually nice when Touya is mean. A comforting hand smooths over the area you were struck, his touch is soft and his gaze is soft too when you look down at him. His hand lifts and strikes you in the same spot Touya did with just as much strength.

“Agh! Hurts!” You whimper and you look down expecting to get a bit of mercy from the blond, but he’s shaking his head and tutting at you.

“You heard him baby, ride me. You can do it, yeah?” Keigo’s voice is sweet, gentle, but the hand smoothing over the spot you were hit has you a little tense. “Yeah baby bird?”

They’re being mean to you together.

You hadn’t even realized how lazy you had been lately when it comes to being on top. Keigo was having fun being the one to do it all for you whenever he had you like this so you had gotten used to it. So you think that acting a little pitiful will earn you some kindness, maybe even make the boys feel bad.

Touya doesn’t have it with you, making you assume the position as he tells you firmly, “Ride him.”

With your hands placed on either side of Keigo’s head, you clench your hands and groan unhappily. You know better than to argue back though. So you move your hips, fucking Keigo’s cock into you for the first time in a while. It feels good, it does feel good, but you don’t have the stamina that you used to.

“Tired, ‘m tired!” you whine, “Please Kei, please just do it for me?”

Touya wasted no time in spanking you again, harder than he did last time. Keigo delivers one too that’s just as mean.

“I said ride him, that was barely even five minutes.” Touya admonishes you, “C’mon brat.”

“I can’t!” you whine petulantly and pout back at Touya.

“You don’t ride him, I’m gonna lift you off his cock and you’re not gonna get fucked by either of us until you actually put in some effort.”

The threat actually makes you mildly panic, looking down at Keigo to see if they actually mean it. They wouldn’t do that, right? They’re not just gonna hold out on you all because of this, right? Right?

Keigo thrusts up once, reaching one hand up to cup your jaw in his hand. He holds you gently but firmly, his voice reflecting the tender way he touches you, “Ride me, you can do it.”

You hesitate, a noncommittal sound hummed out.

This time Keigo is the first to hit your ass and then he gestures to Touya. “Alright, take her off me. She doesn’t want to.”

You feel Touya’s hands go underneath your armpits as if you to lift you up, but you shake him off and hastily speak out, “No! No, I’ll ride Keigo! I’m sorry, I will!” So you assume the position again, moving your hips in the motion that you know how to do but no longer have the stamina for. And what’s worse is that they’re not praising you—they’re still bullying you!

“You’re such a brat, fucking ungrateful. Keigo does all the work for you all the time and that’s the best you can give him?” Touya sneers at you.

“It hasn’t even been that long and you’re that tired already? Everything I do for you and you can’t at least give me half the effort. Lazy little slut.” Keigo sighs in disappointment.

Tears prick at your eyes, sniffling a little but you know better than to stop. Even the grinding you’re doing is at least something but it’s just not enough. You want Keigo to hold you down and use you. You want him to do what he does best and just fuck you until you’re stupid.

“‘M sorry, ‘m sorry!” You whine. So you muster up what little energy you have and do your best to ride Keigo until he cums. It doesn’t matter if you do at this point. What’s important is focusing everything on him. He’s good to you, so so good to you and he deserves to sit back and relax while you show him that you’re willing to meet him halfway.

Your thighs burns as you bounce up and down on Keigo’s cock, your breath is shaky and you want to collapse. But you can’t stop until he’s happy, not until he decides that you’ve done a good enough job. No asking for help from Touya either—you know that this was his idea to do this to you.

“You want Keigo to cum in you, doll?” Touya turns your head to look at him, “Think you deserve it?”

You have to be careful with your words. If you eagerly agree, they could still bully you for being desperate and still only thinking of yourself.

“Whatever Keigo wants. I want to do what he wants.” you manage to speak out and hope it was the right thing to say.

Keigo seems to be satisfied with your words. “Then make me cum.”

It disappoints you a little that he won’t take over but you should know better because Touya is here as well. Maybe if it was just the two of you, Keigo wouldn’t have been as influenced to be as mean. But still you love them and a small part of you loves when they are mean. It can be frustrating when you’re ganged up on but you also know what kind of treatment you’ll get afterwards.

This will be worth it.

You ride Keigo as hard as you can, concentrating with all the effort you have left to focus on him. Touya’s at least kind enough to play with your clit, giving you a little something in return for saying and doing the right thing.

Keigo’s eyebrows start to knit together and you recognize the expression he makes, noticing how he grabs at your hips and his body starts to flex. His muscles and his chest, they get more defined as his body tenses underneath you. So with the last shreds of strength you have left, you fuck Keigo until his eyes start to roll back and he’s gasping for breath.

Then you remember how exhilarating it is to be on top and to watch him unfold beneath you. Even when you know he’s finished cumming inside you, now all of a sudden you just can’t stop. Keigo is the one babbling as you overstimulate him, nonsensical words that can barely be strung together to form a sentence.

“Good girl.”

Touya is the one to lift you off Keigo, immediately setting you onto the bed and pushing your legs open. You and Keigo are catching your breath together, whimpering when Touya shoves two fingers into your pussy. The pads of his fingers stroke inside you and your body writhes a little, but you know to not try to push Touya away.

He likes this.

He’s obsessed with you having Keigo’s cum in you.

“Good girl,” he repeats after he withdraws his fingers and licks them clean, “what do you say?”

“Thank you for teaching me a lesson.” You whisper and you’re relieved when you’re rewarded with a forehead kiss. This is the best part of your boys being mean to you—they’ll be so nice afterwards. They coddle and adore you, shoving their tongues into your mouth for sloppy kisses before doting on you.

Keigo holds you in his arms, muttering little praises along the crown of your hairline.

Touya massages your legs and thighs, his hands comforting and relaxing. But he doesn’t let you forget the lesson he put on you today, “Next time when either of us say that you need to put in some work, what do you?”

“I’ll listen,” you answer, “I won’t complain.”

“Good.”

jjk roommates and your vibrator part 1.5 (it's just nanami)

note: here we are with roommate!nanami finding your vibrator! this became too long and i honestly don't know when i will be able to post again, so this is a standalone fic for nanami! you can read part 1 with gojo and geto here :)

characters: nanami

warnings: heavy smut, mdni, brat tamer nanami, oral (female receiving), edging, fingering, drunk sex, riding, cockwarming, slight degradation, unprotected sex

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⁜ nanami had left for a business trip for a week, so you have become very messy in his absence

⁜ your stuff was all over the place, you would be walking around in your underwear etc

⁜ one saturday, you got bored, opened a bottle of wine and was enjoying yourself

⁜ then, you started to get hot

⁜ discarding your clothing to find relief awoken something in you. was it the alcohol or how much you missed your oblivious roommate?

⁜ oh nanami... such a fine gentleman. so respectful, so pretty

⁜ you were the only person to see his messy, blonde hair. the only person to see him in his long sleeved shirts and pajama pants that fall just enough to expose a little piece of his hip. that must mean something

⁜ except it doesn't. sometimes you wish nanami wasn't such a gentleman and would just walk into your room and ram into you until you couldn't even tell him to stop

⁜ when nanami enters the house, he expects the apartment to be completely dark with you sleeping peacefully in your room. except, he was greeted with a buzzing too familiar to him

⁜ nanami contemplates, he knows what he's gonna walk into but isn't sure if he wants to see it

⁜ yet, he still enters the living room

⁜ there you are. legs splayed out, one foot resting on the coffee table and the other planted on the ground. your eyes are shut tightly, cheeks gotten red from the heat. your shorts and panties were on the ground along with your shirt. you are unaware that your roommate came home earlier from his trip and was frozen in front of you, watching you pleasure yourself with that dumb machine of yours

⁜ nanami calls your name shyly and you get scared

⁜ "n-nanami!" you try to say something but the words won't come out

⁜ nanami throws his coat to the chair next to him and walks closer to you slowly. he notices the half empty glass of wine on the table and huffs. a small smirk forms on his face

⁜ nanami grabs the glass with his large hands, making the glass seem incredibly small

⁜ "you must have been bored in my absence." nanami exclaims while taking a sip from the liquor

⁜ "this whole house is a mess. do you need someone to tell you what to do?" he exhales to the now empty glass. you feel intimidated by his words. is he actually mad?

⁜ you close yourself in front of him as much as you can. you bring your knees together and fix the straps of your bra and connect your hands around your knees

⁜ nanami laughs. "don't be scared, i don't bite. why, do you not know me enough?" you glance away

⁜ "those toys never work, you know." he sits on the coffee table in front of you and grabs the vibrator you had thrown on the couch. he gets too close to you for a moment which made you hold your breath. his face was so close to your chest yet he seemed uninterested

⁜ he examines the toy thoroughly. you feel ashamed, you just want to run into your room and lock yourself in until he has to leave again

⁜ "can i see?" he asks you. you give him a confused look

⁜ he leans forward and gently puts his hands in between your locked knees in an attempt to separate them

⁜ "i just want to see it"

⁜ you let him run his hands in between your legs and slowly part your legs. he pushes one of your legs to the side completely

⁜ he kneels in front of you end observes your exposed pussy closer. you curiously observe his movements from up above

⁜ nanami runs his long fingers along your thigh, slowly making his way to your clit

⁜ he gently grazes your folds until he reaches your hole

⁜ "huh. this stupid toy really doesn't work." he laughs to himself

⁜ "what?" you ask him, finally building the courage to speak to him

⁜ "the vibrator" he says while meeting his beautiful golden eyes with yours. "it looked almost unused."

⁜ nanami takes two of his fingers and gently strokes your entrance. you get chills by the move

⁜ nanami puts his fingers just enough for the tips of his fingers to enter you and he lets them out. he takes his fingers to his eyes, and he finds your slick running down his tips

⁜ "i must have made you this wet, then" you feel shocked at your shy roommates shameless comments. you make a move to close your legs again but nanami's strong hand stops them mid way

⁜ "no need to be shy, love. i know you've been wanting this too." nanami moves closer to you, his fingers leading the way. he takes those two fingers and reaches them out to you. he stops right in front of your mouth

⁜ "all the nights i spent with your shaky moans behind the walls..." since you are too stubborn to open your mouth, nanami helps you by parting your lips with his thumb. he forces his fingers through your lips. you just watch him in shock

⁜ "did you think about me while touching yourself?" you feel embarrassed by the knowledge of him having heard you touching yourself. god, you would love to slap that smirk off his face, but you know he's right. you even thought about knocking on his door to help you out

⁜ with nothing to lose, you welcome nanami's thick fingers in your mouth. you run your tongue across nanami's fingers and have a taste of yourself. you suck on his fingers while simultaneously toying around them with your tongue

⁜ "if i had known you missed me this much, i would have came earlier." he releases his fingers with a pop sound

⁜ nanami lowers himself again. he unbuttons his shirtsleeves and slides them up above his elbows. he grabs one of your knees and pushes it above his shoulder and plants his other hand on your thigh to push it further

⁜ "let me make up for my absence." he looks from below you

⁜ "n-nanami-"

⁜ "take off your bra" before you can even react, he licks along your folds with a flat tongue. you can't help but arch your back which gives nanami a better position to pleasure you

⁜ he grazes his tongue over your folds, but never your clit. his grip on your thigh hardens and you can see your skin turning red and his knuckles turning white. you do as he requests and unclasp your bra with a swift motion. your boobs, now plump and sore from wearing a bra the whole day, are greeted with the cold air of your shared house. nanami's pleased with the view as he smiles into your pussy

⁜ you throw your bra away and place your hands on nanami's soft hair. nanami places his nose on your clit and starts sucking on your wet folds. the room that was filled with dry buzzes before is now filled with sounds of nanami eating you out, followed by your quiet whimpers

⁜ nanami runs his tongue over your clit before gently tugging on it with his teeth, which earns him a soft "nanami" out of you

⁜ nanami connects his eyes with yours from below and starts sucking on your aching clit, almost as if he was trying to see your reaction

⁜ you look straight into his eyes. you part your lips and breathe heavily, asking for him to do more

⁜ and he does more. he bites just enough to give you shivers and just before you can react to the pain, he releases his mouth. you arch your back again as a reaction

⁜ before nanami goes into your pussy again, he releases his hand resting below your knee moves closer to you

⁜ he takes two of his fingers and enters them inside your wet hole and dives into your pussy once again

⁜ this time, he's not gentle. he fucks you with his thick fingers, he pushes them inside and pulls them outside rapidly all the while biting on your clit

⁜ the stimulation makes you shiver and whimper. your hands find their places on your breasts and you help nanami by squeezing your nipples tightly and releasing them until they hurt

⁜ "nanami!"

⁜ "what is it?" he releases himself for a second and waits for your answer

⁜ you're a panting mess. you honestly didn't think he would stop just like that, and you feel disappointed

⁜ "please... continue" you ask shyly

⁜ "will you cum then?" nanami pierces through your eyes. you see his cheeks getting pinker, must be from the wine you think. his hair is disheveled and a string of his hair falls in front of his eyes

⁜ "i... i will" you don't know if that's the right answer, yet you still answer

⁜ nanami lets out a loud tch and goes back into you. you jerk your hips closer to him

⁜ nanami grabs your thigh tightly and pushes you back down. "stay still"

⁜ this time, nanami pushes three fingers into you. without waiting for you to stretch out, he starts fucking you once again. your cries fill the cold room, and nanami can't hide his amusement

⁜ "mmm... 'm gonna cum-" you pant

⁜ with your words, nanami releases his fingers. he looks at you to observe, and is amused with the view of your angry face

⁜ "what the fuck?" you yell, clenching around nothing. you try, try to reach it again but it's no good

⁜ "language" nanami answers. "it appears that we have a lot of teaching to do"

⁜ "huh?"

⁜ "i said" he lands a slap on your tigh. "language. i will have to teach you some respect"

⁜ "ow!"

⁜ "if i were you, i would behave and be grateful" nanami takes position again. he places his lips above your pussy again and his hot breath excites you. "what a brat"

⁜ nanami keeps his fingers to himself this time and focuses on eating you out. the feeling isn't as head spinning, yet he still makes you feel divine

⁜ he runs his tongue all over your pussy and swirls it around your clit. he sucks, bites and licks again. once he starts hearing your whimpers again, he goes down into your hole

⁜ "would you like to cum in my mouth?" you nod. "do you think you taste good?"

⁜ "what if i don't?" you tease

⁜ nanami smiles and keeps his response to himself. he holds you down by your hips, you're ready for him. you tug on his hair and place one of your hands on his broad shoulder

⁜ nanami pushes his tongue inside your hole painfully slow. he savors your insides

he pushes himself in only a couple times before you start crying his name out again

⁜ "aaah, faster!" you tug on his hair harder

⁜ nanami obeys. he pushes himself harder and hums into your pussy. the vibration increases the stimulation, but more importantly, turns you on even further. his husky voice shakes at the sight of you. he tries to grunt, but his attempts fail as he shakily moan into you

⁜ your back arches closer to nanami as the knots in your body snap. you hold your breath and let nanami take full control over your body, as you shake onto his face and yell his name

⁜ nanami rewards himself with your sweet juices you empty inside his mouth. he makes sure to not miss a drop while also slowly licking you as you ride out your high. his grip on your thighs soften once you calm down and you slump on the couch

⁜ nanami gets up and takes one of his fingers to collect all the liquid left on his lips while not breaking any eye contact

⁜ he gathers all the juice with his thumb and licks it clean with a smirk on his face

⁜ "does it taste good?" you ask teasingly

⁜ "why don't you see for yourself?"

⁜ nanami plumps himself down on the couch and shifts the weight on his side

⁜ with a swift motion, he puts your limp body on his lap

⁜ he straddles you on his beige pants and you're afraid you'll stain them. they must have cost more than your life, though, nanami doesn't really seem to care

⁜ he places one hand behind your back and straightens it, he places the other on the back of your neck and pushes you closer to himself

⁜ before you can understand it, his tongue intertwines with yours

⁜ his kiss is divine. soft, wet lips glide over yours. you can taste your sweetness on his tongue as he rushes it over yours

⁜ his kiss is just like him, steady and organized. he follows an order with every move he makes

⁜ you decide to surprise him by wrecking his order

⁜ you quickly grab his lower lip between your teeth and bite on it

⁜ nanami opens his eyes in surprise

⁜ he's surprised that someone as timid as you would be so outright naughty

⁜ "what a vixen" nanami whispers in your mouth

⁜ he starts to loosen his belt while you're still saddled on him. his hand brushes over you a couple times before he fully unbelts himself

⁜ he lets his hands sit on your hips once again. you break the kiss and quickly start working to free him

⁜ nanami watches you with a soft smile on his face as you struggle to unbotton his pants, yet he doesn't help you

⁜ "fuck" you pant "please, i've been waiting for this for so long" you whisper to yourself in frustration and feel a sudden upsurge from under you

⁜ "huh?" nanami asks you

⁜ "nothing" you respond without looking at him

⁜ nanami grabs both of your wrists and looks at you. "you've been waiting for this?"

⁜ you gulp, bewitched by his gaze that is piercing through you. your cheeks turn redder from embarrassment and you see that nanami's cheeks are also more colorful than before

⁜ nanami unzips himself with his free hand with one switch motion and his erect dick slaps on his abdomen

⁜ "sit on it" he orders you. his face is stoic yet you can see the confusion in his eyes. he's trying to look intimidating, yet you only feel love from him

⁜ without thinking much about it, you shift yourself on his lap. nanami helps you by lifting you by your hips

⁜ you slowly take his length in. his thick tip is enough to stretch you, so you take your time to make yourself comfortable

⁜ nanami helps supporting you by holding you. he's impatient, he wants to feel your velvety walls around his dick, but he lets you be as comfortable as possible

⁜ you take him in with soft moans and pants. god, you're such a fucking sweetheart, so naive with your doe eyes. so different from the vixen teasing nanami just a second ago

⁜ "everything alright?" you nod. "then start moving"

⁜ nanami moves your hips forward and backwards, grinding you into his lap

⁜ "god, you feel so good" nanami nests his head on the crook of your neck and leaves his hot breath on your skin

⁜ his voice is deep and low, he's very vocal too. every right thing you do, he rewards you with his precious moans

⁜ "so big" is enough to feel him twitch inside you

⁜ nanami plants kisses on the soft skin of your neck before he softly sucks on it, leaving his mark all over it

⁜ "nanami-"

⁜ your hips fasten with every moan you gift him

⁜ "is it how you imagined it, hm?" he bites into your skin while his hand crawl up to your tits

⁜ "all the nights you fucked yourself" he squeezes your right tit with his thumb planted on your nipple tightly "did you think about riding me?"

⁜ "mmm-"

⁜ "did you play with your tits while thinking about me?"

⁜ "nanami..."

⁜ nanami lets out a frustrated growl and lands a slap on your tits. "answer me"

⁜ "ah! so mean!" you try to hold your moans back, because you know it will only push nanami further to punish you

⁜ "i would imagine you..." all the nights you spent by yourself flood your brain. you think about all the nights you touched yourself, trying to stay quiet but also hoping that nanami would just barge in and fuck you senseless. "imagine you... coming to my room... at night..."

⁜ "yeah?" nanami starts massaging your sore breasts while you arch your back to come closer to him

⁜ "you would... fuck me from behind..."

⁜ "nasty"

⁜ "...cum inside me... and leave me by myself again..."

⁜ nanami puts his hand on the back of your head and brings you in for a kiss. his tongue laps over yours and saliva spreads over your lips. the kiss is far from perfect, yet you're a moaning mess just by that

⁜ your hips fall tired but you try to stay collected. every brush of your hips send cold shivers down your spine and you can only imagine nanami feels the same too. you bet he enjoys feeling his tip hit your cervix with every small thrust of his, bet he loves the slapping sounds echoing in the room

⁜ "nanami" you call his name in his mouth. "cum inside" you try to collect your thoughts

⁜ "what's the magic word?" his lips stretch, he smiles in your mouth

⁜ "fuck... you"

⁜ "c'mon, be a good girl. what's the magic word?"

⁜ electrics in your body grow faster and faster. you give in

⁜ "please, cum inside of me, please-- fuck"

⁜ nanami sees how tired you look, so he takes over. he grabs your hips so tight that you're sure he's leaving bruises on you. he lifts you sightly and rams into you from under

⁜ he can feel your walls envelop his cock harder. he's not sure for how long he can also take it before fully giving in

⁜ "i will... gonna fill you up- fuck... you'll look so pretty... leaking with my cum"

⁜ "nanami!" you shout his name and dig your nails in his shoulders

⁜ "yeah? gonna fill you to the brim... fuck... you nasty slut... taking you from your back?"

⁜ "aah-- nanami... 'm gonna cum-"

⁜ "want me to use you... like the little vixen you are? i will... i will fuck you from behind" he grabs your cheeks and forces you to look into his golden eyes gleaming under the dim lightning of your shared living room. "look at me... i'll fuck you till' you can't walk anymore... alright?"

⁜ "yes... please..."

⁜ "good girl... you're a quick learner... cum for me now. cum around my cock"

⁜ your body spasms on top of your roommate and he doesn't stop moving. your knees feel weak and your body feels numb. you squeeze your eyes shut so tight that you start seeing white

⁜ "fuck... so good, so good for me"

⁜ just when you start breathing normally, you feel a warmness inside your walls. nanami's seed paints your soft walls, only then nanami stops moving. your limp hips fall on nanami's lap and you can barely move your legs. his cock twitches inside you. you quickly realize he has kept his promise when you see his beige pants turn slightly wetter from where you two are connected, he did fill you up to the brim

⁜ you watch his cum slowly glide out of your sore pussy and trail down to nanami's crotch until he can also come back to his senses

⁜ the room is now filled with an awkward silence. nanami's eyelids are low, his pupils dilated and eyes glued onto you

⁜ "toys can't do this" he starts rubbing small circles on your plush hips. you're glad that he broke the silence. now that you're also more comfortable, you start playing with nanami's hair. you run your fingers through his loose strands and rub the back of his head

⁜ "you were right" you take a breath, as if you were annoyed. "again" you exaggerate your tone to annoy him

⁜ nanami doesn't respond to your cheekiness

⁜ "glad i came home earlier" he smiles lovingly. he truly looks like he has achieved something he has been long yearning for

"you should leave your door open at nights"

this was long lol

comment and reblog to have a 6' blonde businessman come to your room at night and rawdog you i guess ( ˘︹˘ )

➸ ask: “Hey! How about “one more kiss, please” from the prompt list for Jayce. I just need him desperately yearning for reader” – ➸ pairing: jayce talis x gn!reader ➸ word count: 1.3k ➸ tags: mdni! fluff, kissing, yearning, mutual pining, gender-neutral reader, no mention of y/n. ➸ notes: tysm for asking! ask came from this prompt!

You couldn’t count on ten fingers how many nights you dreamt of Jayce Talis, the Man of Progress himself. The image of him rattled through your mind at every waking hour, that stupid smile you always wanted to wipe from his lips with your own. 

What you hadn’t known was how he reciprocated the sentiment. Jayce would find you at your workstation, dirt on your face and welding goggles on as you carefully put together pieces that would host the hextech gemstones for further research. You had become a treasure to him, someone he could rely on when his days were busy, which were more often than not.

There were plenty of times you hadn’t been aware of his presence, he would stand in the doorway watching you work. Hearts for eyes and forcing himself to turn away before his heart ached too much, knowing that you weren’t his.

He yearned for you each day, staying up into the late hours, wondering if you felt the same.

How could you? You were too…perfect. 

It was the night of one of Piltover’s illustrious charity events that brought in only the richest of citizens. Any and all who put in their well-earned money for the academy, and you, had been invited by Jayce himself. Viktor had decided against it, not so much inclined to spend his night at another event when he could be spending his evening in the lab with Sky.

So, you took his spot – and you did not belong.

With your hand wrapped around an empty glass which once held a darkened liquor, you stood off to the side in the large area that had been decorated so elegantly. The tunes of the live music and sounds of chatter filled your ears, eyes looking amongst the swarm of rich Piltovians sharing conversation about gods knows what.

Jayce had been everywhere and nowhere, the Golden Boy was easily the most important icon of the evening. Everyone wanted to talk with him, ask about his research and his plans for improvement of the city. 

It was irritating to be stuck alone, but at least the invitation filled your stomach with top-shelf food and liquor you wouldn’t be able to afford yourself.

There Jayce stood amongst a group of rich folk, eating him up, just like you knew they would. He was surrounded, a big smile on his lips as he moved his way through each conversation with his natural knack of charisma. You wondered what he was talking about, watching his lips move as he spoke so goddamn passionately, hands flying with each word. 

His eyes connected with yours at one point, lingering on you for a quick moment with that stupid smile, before his attention was enraptured by another generous donor.

After a few more minutes of watching, you gave up. There was nothing else for you here.

Footsteps clicked along the surface of the tiled floors, the empty halls more inviting than the gala ever was. Your fingers dragged along the surface of the brick walls, the liquor having left you in just the perfect amount of bliss as you made your way home, knowing you could sleep the next day away.

“Hey!” A voice called from behind you, startling you with a soft gasp.

You snapped your head around, eyes widening when they settled on Jayce hurrying down the hall behind you. He wore a smile, wearing too fancy of clothing to be chasing you down.

“Why are you leaving?” He asked once he reached a few steps away of you, breathing a bit heavy, “Sorry… out of breath,” he chuckled through deep inhales, “I didn’t think I’d catch up to you.”

The thumping of your heart against your rib cage didn’t go unnoticed, stilled in silence over the fact that he chased after you. A tiny smile spread across your lips.

“It’s not really my style,” you finally replied, hands landing on your hips, “why do you care if I leave?”

“Why do I care?” Jayce’s eyebrows furrowed together, “because I invited you here. I… I want you here.”

You hated how sweet he was.

“You’re a busy man, Jayce,” you smiled, offering a slight shake of your head as you stepped toward him, better seeing him under the dim lighting of the empty hallways, “I’m not too fond of just standing around watching you get swarmed by every wealthy person from Piltover. As inviting as that sounds.”

He snorted out a laugh, eyes watching you closely as you stepped directly below one of the overhanging lights. It illuminated your features perfectly, made you appear like a glowing angel.

“So, you’re just going to leave me here by myself?” He asked, those big eyes of his making you want to melt right into the floor beneath you.

You laughed in disbelief, raising an eyebrow, “you’re not alone.”

“But I want you here,” he was adamant, eyebrows furrowing again, “come on. It’s not that bad.”

“You’re annoying,” you groaned, trying to act like this was worse than it was. You had a flair for the dramatics when you needed to pull something out from your sleeve, “I’ll see you tomorrow anyway, it’s fine,” you brushed him off with a wave of your hand, “plus, you’re going to be busy all night, so if I stay, I’ll end up getting drunk by myself and that’s never turned out well for me.”

Jayce’s eyes flickered over your face, studying your expression carefully. Neither of you had realized how close you had gotten, close enough that he could tuck back some of your hair behind your ear. The movement of his hand made you both tense up, a fleeting touch that he hadn’t realized he’d done. Fingers brushed against the shell of your ear as he pulled his hand away, redness tinting his cheeks.

“Oh, uh–” he forced out an awkward laugh, eyes now looking anywhere other than your face, “you had some hair… in your face.”

Lips parted, but you couldn’t speak. His touched left you stunned in place, eyes big as you watched him. You watched as his eyes focused somewhere along the walls, hands balling into tense fists and teeth biting at his lower lip.

Maybe it was the alcohol, or the late hour of the night, but you hadn’t the slightest care in the world anymore. All you wanted was Jayce, and it was his fault that he made you feel this way, so you were going to pull him into the mess that was you.

Even if it ruined the friendship you worked so hard to maintain, all these years.

His amber eyes landed back on you when he felt your hands reaching to his cheeks, cupping his face oh-so delicately. They widened as he watched you lean closer, noticing the way your gaze flickered down to his lips he’d been habitually chewing on all evening.

Jayce’s heart fluttered, and he acted on what felt right. Meeting you halfway and sighing when your lips touched after years of imagining what this would feel like. 

Both hands reached out for you, resting on your waist as he pressed forward. The kiss developed slowly, lips moving together a bit clumsily as your patience wore thin. Hands explored each other, touching hips and shoulders, and your tongue slipped from between your lips, and that’s when you froze.

“Fuck,” you whispered as you pulled back, taking a slight step away, “sorry–”

“No, don’t,” he whispered, closing the distance with a forward step until your chests were pressed together. He stared deep into your eyes, his own full of love as his gaze continued to flicker down to your lips that he needed to taste again, “one more kiss… please.”

You smiled like an idiot.

“Just one more,” you murmured, rolling your eyes affectionately, before he pulled you back into another kiss that took the breath from your lungs.

Jayce would be the death of you.

ino is hopeless.

nanami knows it. anyone with half a brain could see it—except for ino himself, apparently.

it starts subtly. little things that nanami catches because he’s perceptive, because it’s in his nature to notice details others overlook. at first, it’s harmless: ino’s eyes lingering on you for a beat too long when you speak, the way he straightens up whenever you enter a room, how he suddenly remembers the most trivial of errands whenever you’re around—just so he has an excuse to stay a little longer.

nanami finds it mildly amusing. he’s well aware of how attractive you are, how effortlessly charming, even without trying. it’s only natural that someone like ino, young and overeager, would fall for you.

but then, it escalates.

one evening, you drop by jujutsu high, bringing nanami a homemade meal because you know he’s been too busy to eat properly. you show up in casual clothes—just a simple, fitted sweater and jeans—but the way ino reacts, you’d think you walked in wearing a red carpet gown.

he visibly stiffens when you greet him, gives you a stammered “hey” that’s painfully awkward. nanami, who’s been flipping through reports at his desk, glances up just in time to see the way ino’s gaze flickers down your body before he forces himself to look away.

ah. so that’s where this is going.

ino is crushing, sure, but there’s something else now—something more desperate, more embarrassing. nanami recognizes it instantly, and this time, he does smirk. just a little.

ino, poor fool that he is, doesn’t realize nanami has noticed.

“kento,” you sigh, walking past ino like he isn’t even there. you set the bento box on nanami’s desk, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to his temple. “you really need to stop skipping meals.”

nanami catches the way ino’s mouth parts slightly, like the air’s been knocked out of him.

“thank you,” nanami says, calmly, like he hasn’t just witnessed his protégé mentally combust.

“it’s nothing,” you hum, straightening up. “besides, if you keep working late, i’ll just have to start showing up every night.”

ino makes a strangled noise. nanami takes a sip of his coffee, unbothered.

—

later, nanami watches as ino struggles to focus during a sparring session.

it’s bad. the kid’s already a mess under normal circumstances, but today, he’s downright sloppy. his stance is off, his movements sluggish, his strikes lacking any real force. nanami doesn’t have to guess why.

he sees it in the way ino flinches when you walk past the training hall, his shoulders tensing like he’s physically holding himself back from looking. but his restraint only lasts a second—his gaze flickers toward you anyway, like a moth drawn to a flame.

it’s pathetic.

nanami doesn’t even need to move much to dodge the sloppy punch ino throws next, sidestepping effortlessly. ino tries to recover, shifting his weight, but nanami can already tell he’s not putting his full strength into it. he’s distracted, his mind clearly elsewhere.

“you’re unfocused,” nanami states plainly, effortlessly blocking another weak attempt at a strike.

ino exhales sharply, shaking out his arms like that’ll somehow fix his obvious lack of composure. “just—just tired, that’s all,” he says, forcing a weak chuckle.

nanami stares at him, unimpressed.

“tired,” he repeats, tone dry.

ino nods, a little too eagerly. “yeah. long night.”

nanami doesn’t comment. he doesn’t need to. he’s known ino long enough to recognize his poor attempts at deflection. besides, nanami doesn’t have to say anything—not when ino completely exposes himself a second later.

because just as nanami steps forward to counter, you laugh at something in the hallway.

it’s not even loud. just a soft, amused sound, barely audible over the rhythmic thuds of sparring in the dojo. but ino hears it. worse, he reacts to it.

his body goes stiff, his focus snapping completely. nanami sees the exact moment his mind short-circuits—his fists unclenching, his stance faltering, his attention slipping from the fight entirely.

and so, nanami does what any good mentor would do.

he knocks ino flat on his ass.

“fuck,” ino groans, wheezing as he stares up at the ceiling.

nanami looms over him, arms crossed.

“if a simple distraction is enough to take you down, you won’t last long in the field,” nanami remarks coolly.

ino groans again, rubbing his face. “that wasn’t—i didn’t—”

nanami tilts his head. “if you’re tired, you should be able to focus through it,” he continues, watching as ino freezes. “unless, of course, something else is affecting your concentration.”

there it is. the telltale flicker of panic in ino’s eyes.

instead of pressing the issue further, he simply offers a hand. ino stares at it like he expects a follow-up attack, before reluctantly grasping it and letting nanami pull him to his feet.

“let’s go again.” nanami says, adjusting his sleeves.

ino exhales heavily. he nods, but nanami doesn’t miss the way his eyes flicker toward the door one last time.

instead of stopping him, nanami lets him suffer through his own turmoil.

—

by the time ino realizes he never had a chance, it’s almost pathetic.

you show up one evening, like always, but this time, you don’t just drape yourself over nanami’s shoulders—you practically melt into him, sighing contentedly as he rests a hand on your hip.

ino looks like he’s about five seconds away from passing out.

it’s honestly impressive—nanami has seen the kid go up against curses twice his level, take hits that should’ve knocked him out cold, but nothing has shaken him quite like this.

the moment you walk in, all warmth and ease as you slide into nanami’s space, ino tenses. nanami doesn’t miss the way his gaze flickers to where your hand rests on his shoulder, fingers curling against the fabric of his suit.

“kento,” you murmur, leaning down just enough that your breath brushes against his ear. “let’s go home.”

nanami hums, his grip on your waist firm as he turns his head slightly, his nose grazing yours before he kisses you—slow and deliberate.

you sigh into it, and nanami uses the moment to deepen the kiss, letting his hand drift lower, just enough to make a point.

when he finally pulls away, he opens his eyes and—ah, there it is.

ino looks wrecked. eyes wide, mouth slightly open, standing there like a man who’s just watched his last shred of hope crumble to dust.

nanami meets his gaze, calm as ever, but there’s something sharp in his expression—something that makes ino straighten up like a scolded dog.

it’s not a threat. not really. nanami doesn’t need to threaten him.

it’s just a simple fact.

you’re his.

and ino? well, ino never had a chance.

—> part two(nsfw).

Sneaky Tokyo Revengers Links (NSFW)

So Uhm I collected a few Twt P*rn links for TR

WARNINGS: fem!bodied reader, rough Sex, spanking, Overstimulation (m! Receiving), oral (m!receiving), threesome, Gun kink (Sanzu), Pegging

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Teasing Sanzu all day so when you get back to his office He pulls his Gun out and uses it on you, fed up with your behavior.

After a long Day Ran called his new Secretary into his office, needing to Release some stress and Who are you to deny him?

Takeomi liked to share you with his friends, Shinichiro couldnt believe that you let him have his first time like this.

Benkei is a big guy, so when He saw you for the first time He knew that He wanted your small body, manhandling you the way He likes it.

Chifuyu asked you to be more dominant in bed, wanting to try some new Things. But when you kept going after his first Release He almost couldnt take it.

Nahoya didnt like how you have been flirting with a Group of Man at the table today. You promised you didnt, you were just serving them but he wanted to show you Who you belong to.

Your Favorite thing to do is pleasing Koko, especially when He begs you to cum, ruining and denying him his pleasure.

When your Best Friend Yuzuha asked you to have a Girls night, you imagined movies and gossip and not to be bend over and fucked by her.

Souya was so needy lately, despite He never had you. So one day you decide to give him what He craves, riding him for his first time.

Kazutora loved the way your strap felt inside him but he wanted more, begging you to be rough with him. So when He came from you pounding him, you made him clean up the mess.

જ⁀➴ CALLING HIM BY HIS HERO NAME

pro hero!hawks x reader drabble ☁️ ོ

a/n: i just thought this would be cute, hawks getting all upset- I mean- Keigo. 🙄

“You know for someone who’s always out and about, you always seem to make time for me.” You softly smile upon hearing your front door open and then close.

“How’d you know it was me?” He asked, taking off his coat with a tussle.

You paused your tv show before turning around to look at him.

“Can smell the kfc on you from a mile away” you teased as he scoffed in offense. “Woah, I wear the best cologne.”

“You mean axe body spray?” You added, his lips escaping a laugh. “Not to much on me birdie.” His eyes followed yours as you got up from your spot on the couch to be in his embrace, a smile peering through his lips as he sweetly pecked you.

“Mmm..” you hummed in satisfaction. “How was work sweet boy?”

“The same as always.” He replied, holding you in his arms tiredly. You noticed how he tried to hold himself up. You knew how exhausted he was from working so often, and how bad he wanted to collapse into your arms. Still, he always kept that last bit of energy for you. It didn’t matter how much of it he had left, he’d always be strong for you.

“You need to get sleep baby.” You said, pushing the hair out of his face, “nah im fine, I wanna spend some time with you.”

“You can do that in the bedroom.” You added as a smirk grew on his face.

“Not in that way weirdo!” You gently punch his arm making him laugh. “Oh but I was hoping~”

“and I hope you go to bed, finally~” you cut him off.

He looked into your eyes for a moment before saying “your right love, guess I should start listening to you from now on.”

“Took you how long to realize that?” He hummed as he gently placed his head down to rest on you. “Not that long~”

You sighed out a slight smile, your hand playing with his hair.

“Hey.” You said, making him slightly come up. “Yeah?”

“I love you, hawks.”

His head popped up, a look of disgust on his face.

"Excuse me??" He said, pouting.

You can’t help but start laughing at him. He looks like you just insulted endeavor to his face.

“UHM who is this other man in your life??!!” He says dramatically.

“Ughh, I love you Keigo~”

“Mm..” he settles back down into your comfort, “much better.”

Haunted

Toji cannot move on, until he realized too late.

Warnings: Angst, slightest fluff (reader and baby 'gumi moment)

You were just a girl, standing in front of a man, asking him to love you.

How hard was that for him? Yes, he wasn’t good with his words but he wasn’t good at anything else either. He was just there.

Maybe because the woman he truly loved—he was still mourning over her. His sad eyes every time he watched an old couple dance together, wishing he had been doing that but with her. The cute babies babble with their mothers as Megumi babbles with his father, how he wished his wife was still here instead of you. He never said it, but that’s what it felt like. 

And perhaps that's what it was. 

Sometimes he curses himself out when he accidentally calls you his wife's name. During intimate times only. You tried—trying to keep the emotions in as if it wasn’t breaking every part of you, was the hardest part. “Look he’s walking...” You smiled at the dark haired baby who was walking towards you. Toji smiled, making sure he’d record every second of it; deep down he wished his wife was the one the baby was walking towards instead of you.

And it was wrong—so wrong. 

“This relationship, I’m with you but Toji—Toji this is the loneliest I’ve ever felt.” You whispered while he ate his leftovers, his brows still furrowed from the argument occurring earlier. Having Toji work from 9–5 wasn’t the best but good thing he had you, helping him out with so much. Picking up groceries, picking up his lovely son—until you mentioned that one of his teachers mistaken you as his biological mother. That right there was enough to make Toji angry for weeks at least.

But not this time.

He stopped chewing on his food after you spoke, waiting for more of an explanation. Which you figured he needed, “I don’t think you’re in love with me–” 

“I like you [name], a lot.” He cleared his throat. He leaned back on his chair as his arms crossed waiting for you to continue the sentence he interrupted. 

Right, he liked you a lot. These three rough years you’ve been dating Toji—that particular l word was never uttered once, not even if he was drunk, or having a special moment with you. You huffed trying to find the right words for Toji to understand. That was until little Megumi started crying from his room. “I’ll try to put him back to sleep, finish eating.” He watched as your fragile little body sulked its way to Megumi’s room.

He knew this was gonna happen, he knew you were bound to leave him sooner or later. 

You smiled as you opened the door to see the little Megumi standing on top of his little bed. His hands wiping his tears as he ran towards you, his arms now wrapping around your legs. “Sleep with mama and papa.” He cried out as you leaned down to pick up the little boy. “[name] and papa, not mama okay?” You corrected him, if Toji were to find out that he had been calling you that, then that argument would’ve climaxed.

The little boy nodded, his tears now gone as you swayed him around. “Sleep with you.” He mumbled, leaning his head on your shoulder as he played with a strand of your hair. “Just for tonight.” You whispered, watching Megumi pick up his head and smile. Content with your answer. 

Toji’s heart could just swell at the sight. You treated his son as if he was your own and nothing looked so much better right now, except for the fact that he wished it was his wife.

Megumi was now soundly sleeping between you and Toji, “I don’t think I can do this anymore.” His eyes shut tightly hearing those piercing words leave your mouth. It hurt when his wife left him, but this hurt was different—different because he knew it was coming yet he didn’t want to do anything about it. 

“I’m sorry—”

“You don’t need to be the one apologizing.” He watched your soft gaze stare at completely nothing. He was confused, this was his fault. He never treated you how you needed deserved to be treated. “It was my fault for throwing myself at a man who simply was not ready.”

The next morning was silent—baby ‘gumi was confused at the saddened look on your face. Constantly walking up to you asking if you were okay. He was still just a baby, yet he read the room so well. “I’m sure we can work this out—” Toji now sitting next to you on the couch, some cartoon playing in the back as Megumi’s little head sat on your lap. “You’re not ready, Toji.” You nodded, eyes still glued on the tv as if it was meant for you and not the little Megumi. 

“And how are you so sure—”

“Tell me you love me then.” Your eyes are now fixed on Toji’s. It was hard, he felt as if his mouth had been glued shut. You sigh, bringing your gaze back to the tv, “I love you—but it’s hard when it’s one sided Toji.” 

It hurt much more, seeing you drive away as the clueless Megumi waved you out. Poor thing thinks you’re simply going to the store. The house that once felt like home was so dull now. Toji sat little ‘gumi down on the couch. 

His constant, “mama?” or “[name]?” while he kept his gaze on the door every so often. Nothing prepared Toji for this. Megumi cried that he wanted to sleep with his mama and papa, his heart swelled knowing that he had been talking about you.

You were gone, just like his wife. But it hurt—it hurt so much more knowing that you’re alive trying your best to…move on. He stayed up late that same night, stumbling upon a video from two years ago. When Megumi first learned how to walk. You and Toji had just started dating but the look of happiness plastered your face as you watched the little baby walking. 

That was one thing Toji never forgot about, how much you loved kids. Telling him how once you had kids of your own you would finally be able to live in peace. How he heard of it less and less as the years went on, he wonders if you still think that.

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